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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.