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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.