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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Slave,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.