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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.