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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.