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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.