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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.