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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.