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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.