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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.