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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.