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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Jandek,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.