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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.