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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
UT,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.