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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.