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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.