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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.