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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.