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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.