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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.