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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.