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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.