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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.