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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.