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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.