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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.