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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.