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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Motorama,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.