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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Oneida to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.