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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Monks,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.