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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.