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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.