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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.