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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.