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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.