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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.