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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.