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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
The Residents,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.