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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.