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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.