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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.