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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.