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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.