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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.