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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.