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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
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.