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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.