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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.