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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.