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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.