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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.