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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.