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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.