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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.