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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.