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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.