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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.