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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.