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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.