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 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.