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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.