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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.