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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
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.