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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.