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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.