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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.