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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.