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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.