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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Skriet,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.