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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.