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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Aswad,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.