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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.