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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.