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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.