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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.