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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.