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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.