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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.