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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.