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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.