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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.