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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.