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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.