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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Nico,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.