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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.