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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.