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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.