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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.