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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.