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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.