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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.