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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Can,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.