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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Index,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.