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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.