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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.