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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.