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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.