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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.