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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.