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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.