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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Technova,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.