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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.