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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.