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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.