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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.