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 France and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.