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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Television,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.