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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.