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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.