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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.