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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.