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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.