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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.