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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.