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 Russia and from Lille.
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 Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.