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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Television,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.