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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.