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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.