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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.