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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.