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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.