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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.