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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.