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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.