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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.