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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.