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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.