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 France and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.