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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.