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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.