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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.