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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Organ,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.