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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.