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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.