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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.