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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.