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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Monks,
Organ,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.