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 Guyana and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Brick,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.