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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.