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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.