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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.