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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Nas,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.