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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.