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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.