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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.