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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.