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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.