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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.