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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.