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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.