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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.