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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Second Layer 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.