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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.