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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.