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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.