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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.