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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.