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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.