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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.