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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Television,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.