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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.