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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.