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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.