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 China and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.