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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.