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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.