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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Swans,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.