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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.