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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.