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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.