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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.