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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Can,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.