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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.