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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.