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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Neu! 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.