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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.