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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.