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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.