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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.