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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.