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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.