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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.