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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.