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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.