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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.