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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.