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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.