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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.