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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.