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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Smog,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.