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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s 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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.