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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Ituana,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
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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.