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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.