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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.