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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.