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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.