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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.