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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.