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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.