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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.