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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Mars,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Busters,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.