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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Associates,
Q65,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.