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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.