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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Yaz,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.