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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.