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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.