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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.