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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Magma,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.