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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Cameo,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.