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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.