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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.