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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.