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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.