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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.