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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.