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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.