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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.