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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.