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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
ABC,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.