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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.