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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.