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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.