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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.