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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.