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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.