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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.