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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.