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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.