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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.