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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.