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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.