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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.