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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.