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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.