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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
UT,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.