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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.