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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.