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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.