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 Malta 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.