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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.