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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.