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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Brick,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.