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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.