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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.