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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.