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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.