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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.