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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.