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 Libya 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Q65,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.