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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.