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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.