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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.