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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Move,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.