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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.