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 Indonesia 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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.