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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.