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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.