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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.