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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.