Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Rekid,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.