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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Slave,
Smog,
The Monks,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.