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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.