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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
OOIOO,
Index,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.