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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.