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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.