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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.