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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.