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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.