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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Amazonics,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.