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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.