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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.