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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.