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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television Personalities 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.