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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.