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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
10cc,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.