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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.