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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Can,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.