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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.