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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.