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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.