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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.