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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.