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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.