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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.