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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.