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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.