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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.