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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.