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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Normal to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.