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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Zeros to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.