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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.