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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.