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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.