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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.