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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.