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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.