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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.