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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.