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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.