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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.