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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.