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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.