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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.