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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.