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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.