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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Nico,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.