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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.