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 Chad and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.