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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.