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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.