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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.