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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.