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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
10cc,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.