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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.