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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.