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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.