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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.