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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.