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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.