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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
MDC,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
The Index,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.