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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.