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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.