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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.