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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.