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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.