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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.