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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.