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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.