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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.