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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Mars,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.