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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.