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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.