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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.