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 New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.