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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.