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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.