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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.