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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.