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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.