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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.