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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.