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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.