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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Faust,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.