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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.