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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
UT,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.