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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.