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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.