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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.