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 Belarus 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Franke,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.