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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.