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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.