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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.