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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.