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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.