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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.