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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.