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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Newcleus,
Smog,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.