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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.