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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.