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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.