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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.