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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
X-101,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.