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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.