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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
June Days,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.