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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.