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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.