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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Smog,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.