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 Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Brick,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.