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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.