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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.