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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.