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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.