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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Technova,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.