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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.