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 Samoa and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.