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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.