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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.