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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.