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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.