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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.