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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
World's Most,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.