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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.