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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.