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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.