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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
cv313,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.