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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.