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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.