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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.