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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.