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 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.