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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
cv313,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.