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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
the Normal,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.