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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.