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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Little Man,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.