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 Kuwait 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.