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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.