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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.