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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.