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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.