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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.