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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
UT,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Mars,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.