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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
ABC,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.