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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Symarip,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.