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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.