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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.