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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.