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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
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.