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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
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.