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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.