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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.