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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.