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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.