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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.