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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.