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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
ABC,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.