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 Philippines 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.