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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.