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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.