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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.