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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.