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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.