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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.