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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.