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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.