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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.