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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.