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 East Timor and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.