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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.