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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.