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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.