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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.