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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.