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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.