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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.