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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.