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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.