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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.