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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Gong,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Unwound,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.