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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.