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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.