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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.