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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
UT,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.