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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Television,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.