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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.