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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.