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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.