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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.