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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.