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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
June of 44,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.