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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.