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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
MC5,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.