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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.