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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.