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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
PIL,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.