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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.