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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.