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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Names,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.