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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.