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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Magma,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.