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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Move,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.