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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.