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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.