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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.