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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
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.