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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.