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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Make Up,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Can,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.