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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.