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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.