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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.