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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
ABC,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.