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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.