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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.