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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.