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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.