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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.