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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.