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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.