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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
JFA,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.