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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Index,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.