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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.