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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.