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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.