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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.