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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.