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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mars to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Smog,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.