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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.