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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Nico,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.