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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.