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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.