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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.