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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.