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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Rakim,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.