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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Scion,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.