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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.