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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Lalann,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.