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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.