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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
the Association,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.