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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.