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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.