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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.