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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.