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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.