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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.