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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.