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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.