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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.