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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.