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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Japan,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.