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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dawn Penn 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.