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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.