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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.