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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers 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 grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
PIL,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.